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Now, it can either link back to cannon by twisting things around and having Eddie end up in the Army bc his parents find a young, recently widowed, vulnerable Shannon who's doing her best trying to take care of Christopher and they manipulate her into convincing Eddie that Chris is his child (he isn't) although she never told him that she was pregnant because she didn't want to put that burden on him (Eddie finds out about this, but he still doesn't abandon them because, well, this is Eddie we're talking about). This becomes relevant because instead of joining an underground fighting club, Eddie finds and joins another activist dance crew, then Buck finds out about it, cue the one-sided pinning and silent support (or whatever trope you want to attach to this variation of cannon).

OR, it can branch into a thousand other alternative realities, like...

...one in which Buck ends up learning to dance in one of his trips and becomes wildly passionate about it (although he sucks, he's more of an acrobatics kind of guy anyway [hence his signature backflip in the annual fire bids in cannon]), finds out about The Mob, decides to join and Eddie has to teach him how everything works, hence the very inevitable slow burn.

...one in which Buck ends up becoming a police officer because he finds out about how Maddie is being abused and he wants to protect her, and once he does they end up going to Miami (bc change of scenery) where he is assigned to the unit trying to stop The Mob, cue a WONDERFUL enemies-to-reluctant-allies (bc you CANNOT convince me of the fact that once Buck understood why The Mob was doing what they were doing he wouldn't do whatever was on his power to give them a hand, because, well, this is Buck we're talking about) to-friends-to-lovers.

There are things that remain the same, Christopher is still Eddie's son, no matter if he took him in, adopted him, is his actual biological father... Eddie and Buck are both pure of heart and dumb of ass... And at the end they always, always end up in love.

Ok, I'm not one to lean toward these things, but I was working on a few more Pitt Playlists, and this song came up as one of the recommended, and I'll be damned if it didn't immediately remind me of, like, 2/3 of the Pitt Shipping Fandom, and how I'll inevitably find at least three different posts with this dynamic when looking for different ships.

"We're just

keeping it casual,

right?"

// A Garsantos Playlist.

~Wordtober day 4~

The night has now fallen,

The castle behind me,

The sight of the corpses

Strangling all my glee.

The leaves hug my arms

While I rest on a tree,

And though I cannot laugh

I am finally free.

I pick up my pace

As I head back to safety,

The sound of the guards

Make my movements quite hasty.

But the forest's my home

And I know all its wonders,

So I simply sit back

~Wordtober day 3~

This is not the expected outcome,

Things should have gone smoother.

But they were all too stubborn

Wish I had seen this sooner.

Now the only sound's my footsteps

Soft against the grass.

Though I can hear the mumbling,

The comments cold and crass.

I turn another corner,

The air now dry and stale

Stinking with the odour

Of bones and flesh gone pale.

As I run past the main gate

I see the bodies mount.

All piled onto the sidelines,

~Wordtober day 2~

I travel for days,

I've been called to the castle.

They want back their ruler,

They don't know the hassle.

They think just because

Their blood's tinted blue

I'll follow their orders.

They don't have a clue.

I answer to no one,

I bow to no title,

The efforts to hold me

Are no more than idle.

Don't care if you're royalty,

Sent by the Gods,

Or live by a river,

Or Master of Odds.

I make a decision,

There's no turning back.

Don't look for a reason,

I follow no track.

So don't act all mighty,

Get off you high horse.

You don't know who I am,

~Wordtober day 1~

They asked me to show them

Wonders unseen,

They wanted to know

All that could have been.

They pushed and they pressured,

could not realize

That knowledge and wisdom

Come at a price.

So since they were blinded,

Deaf to all reason,

I granted their wishes,

Provided a vision

Where all that they treasured

Had burnt to the ground

And they had been pressured

To give up the crown.

Their kingdom turned ashes,

Their future destroyed,

Their hopes and ambitions

Long lost in the void.

As they twist and they turn

I stare from above:

I could let them be free,

I could send them back home.

But they wanted a sight,

A secret unravelled,

So they'll live with the pain